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Whereof this ominous night that clos'd thee round,
So talk'd he, while the Son of God went on And stay'd not, but in brief him answer'd thus. 485 Me worse than wet thou find'st not; other harm Those terrors which thou speak'st of, did me none; I never fear'd they could, though noifing loud And threatning nigh; what they can do as figns Betokening, or ill boding, I contemn As falfe portents, not fent from God, but thee; Who knowing I fhall reign paft thy preventing, Obtrud ft thy offer'd aid, that I accepting At least might feem to hold all pow'r of thee, Ambitious Spirit, and wouldst be thought my God, And storm'ft refus'd, thinking to terrify Me to thy will; defift, thou art discern'd And toil'ft in vain, nor me in vain moleft.
To whom the Fiend now fwoln with rage reply'd. Then hear, O Son of David, Virgin-born; For Son of God to me is yet in doubt: Of the Meffiah I have heard foretold By all the Prophets; of thy birth at length Announc'd by Gabriel with the first I knew, And of th' angelic fong in Bethlehem field, On thy birth-night, that fung thee Saviour born. From that time feldom have I ceas'd to eye Thy infancy, thy childhood, and thy youth, Thy manhood laft, though yet in private bred; Till at the ford of Jordan whither all Flock'd to the Baptift, I among the reft, Though not to be baptiz'd, by voice from Heaven Heard thee pronounc'd the Son of God belov'd. Thenceforth I thought thee worth my nearer view And narrower fcrutiny, that I might learn
Then in a flow'ry valley fet him down
Ambrofial fruits, fetch'd from the tree of life,
True Image of the Father, whether thron'd
For Adam and his chosen fons, whom thou
Where they shall dwell fecure, when time shall be,
Under his feet: for proof, ere this thou feel'st
From thy demoniac holds, poffeffion foul,
Thus they the Son of God our Saviour meek Sung victor, and from heav'nly feast refresh'd Brought on his way with joy; he unobferv'd Home to his mother's house private return'd.